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Dentistry

Miya Yamanouchi·May 18, 2021

Dentistry written by: Miya Yamanouchi In the lamp by the window, she checks him for cuts, rashes...

Literature English

·2 mins read

The Sapling

Steve Colori·November 20, 2019

The Sapling written by: Steve Colori The neutral tans and browns of the unit were becoming etched...

Literature English

·5 mins read

CHANGE

Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar·December 15, 2017

CHANGE written by: Madhumita @madhumita6 Change is the way of life So change, Change your outlook, Change...

Poetry English

·1 min read

A Stone’s Silence

Joseph S. Pete·September 11, 2017

A Stone’s Silence written by: Joseph S. Pete @nwi_jsp Finally consigned to a group home, My brother...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Shattering The Stigma

Rebecca Lombardo·October 7, 2016

Shattering the Stigma written by: Rebecca Lombardo @BekaLombardo You don’t like to stand so close to me...

English

·1 min read

La Moza

Jose A Gomez·January 14, 2016

La Moza A Poem by José A Gómez Si! Asi fue como comenzó La moza diciendo, lo...

Jose A Gomez Spanish Poetry

·1 min read

After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

Features

Barney and His Angel

To Grandmother’s House

The Visit

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Maliya Denise Wilmore

Spotlight On Writers – John Neff

Interview Q&A With P.A. O’Neil

Barney and His Angel

The Longest Night

Psycho at The Northern Lights

Poet Preaches to The Choir

Am I The Weeper?

Not an Easy Fix

Joey

Disparagement

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Dentistry

The Sapling

A Stone’s Silence

Shattering The Stigma

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

AAEVEYN ULLOVTO’s Scrabbled Psyche

To Grandmother’s House

Breakfast on the Beach

The Visit

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

A Strange Place

A Bead of Ice

Sygnatariusze Listów do Gwiazd

Success Despite Childhood Trauma

2AM Thoughts

A Silent Existence